Marking Time

Do you remember
all those years gone by
like embers sparking off
the fire we sat around
roasting marshmallows
(for their own sake, not
for any s'mores) in the
lazy humid haze of one
more summer's passing?

Me either.

It seems like they all
just happened and we
turned around to find
that the end of summer
had been a start of, well,
nothing much of anything.
Work, eat, sleep, repeat.
If lucky, throw in a movie
or a night spent with friends
trying to recapture those
summer nights.

And the mornings after.